Almost Doesn't Count 5A/?
anonymous
January 20 2014, 19:01:16 UTC
A!A Note: So this is probably the last daily update for a bit. Can I just say that writing Kuril was hard? In game he’s all cordial, polite and well-spoken…until he tries to capture Shepard and then BOOM! He’s an asshole.
Part 5A
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A week later Nihlus returned to the Citadel to assist C-Sec with the sudden influx of deaths among the duct rats. The deaths themselves weren't unusual, the children that lived in the station's vents often suffered deadfalls in the ventilation shafts, fell into the fans bellow, or even wandered too close to the station’s parameters and suffocated in the vacuum. The unusual thing was the bodies were actually being found a stone’s throw C-Sec’s Presidium headquarters, intact with no outward clue to the cause of death. Nihlus had volunteered to help after the third murder made the news. It wasn’t often the Citadel became the stomping ground of a serial killer. That the killer or killers had the gall to leave the bodies on C-Sec’s doorstep was a political nightmare and a severe insult to the officers. Executor Pallin was understandably pissed about the whole thing. On the other side of the deaths, the more privileged population of the Presidium was in an uproar of general panic and unease, there was even talk of a curfew being imposed.
Nihlus contacted him sparingly, once a week at most. After two months passed with no physical contact, Saren could admit to himself that he missed the younger Spectre’s company and that his heart ached at the distance. Of course, he wouldn’t verbalize that even under threat of execution. He spent those months on Palaven tracking a small group of multi-species mercenaries. Such a thing was a rarity on the turian homeworld and therefore easier to observe. During the day he gathered intel, trying to learn just who was supplying the mercs with the equipment and the funds to stay relatively hidden from authorities. His nights were passed working out his frustrations on Kuril. It was nothing like it was with Nihlus. Kuril only liked his sex rough, he enjoyed being bound, blindfolded and propelled into surrender by a more dominant partner. Once Saren had enjoyed being that partner but now… The space-born cop was simply a distraction when all he could think about was how much he wished he was on the Citadel too.
He resolved to find the moneyman within a month. He’d already wasted too much time just observing when he could be putting an end to the operation with a couple of well-placed shots. Saren had already identified the mercs’ leader, a dark skinned human called Vido. Due to Palaven’s natural radiation, he’d only seen the human a few times out of his enviro-suit and only from a distance through his rifle’s scope. It was obvious the human wasn’t in charge of anything more important than directing shipments and generally overseeing things. Saren would have to dig deeper to find the real person in charge.
Tomorrow I’ll dispatch Vido and steal the credit chit, follow the money to the supplier. Easy.
It wasn’t a pressing matter but it was an inconvenience to Cipritine’s police force and a headache for the current governor. He certainly had the time, the threat of immediate violence from the mercs was low and likely wouldn’t occur on Palaven at all. In fact, based on what Saren had already observed, they seemed to only be gathering resources for something of a much larger scale. He wasn’t sure what that was yet and he didn’t like not knowing.
Part 5A
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A week later Nihlus returned to the Citadel to assist C-Sec with the sudden influx of deaths among the duct rats. The deaths themselves weren't unusual, the children that lived in the station's vents often suffered deadfalls in the ventilation shafts, fell into the fans bellow, or even wandered too close to the station’s parameters and suffocated in the vacuum. The unusual thing was the bodies were actually being found a stone’s throw C-Sec’s Presidium headquarters, intact with no outward clue to the cause of death. Nihlus had volunteered to help after the third murder made the news. It wasn’t often the Citadel became the stomping ground of a serial killer. That the killer or killers had the gall to leave the bodies on C-Sec’s doorstep was a political nightmare and a severe insult to the officers. Executor Pallin was understandably pissed about the whole thing. On the other side of the deaths, the more privileged population of the Presidium was in an uproar of general panic and unease, there was even talk of a curfew being imposed.
Nihlus contacted him sparingly, once a week at most. After two months passed with no physical contact, Saren could admit to himself that he missed the younger Spectre’s company and that his heart ached at the distance. Of course, he wouldn’t verbalize that even under threat of execution. He spent those months on Palaven tracking a small group of multi-species mercenaries. Such a thing was a rarity on the turian homeworld and therefore easier to observe. During the day he gathered intel, trying to learn just who was supplying the mercs with the equipment and the funds to stay relatively hidden from authorities. His nights were passed working out his frustrations on Kuril. It was nothing like it was with Nihlus. Kuril only liked his sex rough, he enjoyed being bound, blindfolded and propelled into surrender by a more dominant partner. Once Saren had enjoyed being that partner but now… The space-born cop was simply a distraction when all he could think about was how much he wished he was on the Citadel too.
He resolved to find the moneyman within a month. He’d already wasted too much time just observing when he could be putting an end to the operation with a couple of well-placed shots. Saren had already identified the mercs’ leader, a dark skinned human called Vido. Due to Palaven’s natural radiation, he’d only seen the human a few times out of his enviro-suit and only from a distance through his rifle’s scope. It was obvious the human wasn’t in charge of anything more important than directing shipments and generally overseeing things. Saren would have to dig deeper to find the real person in charge.
Tomorrow I’ll dispatch Vido and steal the credit chit, follow the money to the supplier. Easy.
It wasn’t a pressing matter but it was an inconvenience to Cipritine’s police force and a headache for the current governor. He certainly had the time, the threat of immediate violence from the mercs was low and likely wouldn’t occur on Palaven at all. In fact, based on what Saren had already observed, they seemed to only be gathering resources for something of a much larger scale. He wasn’t sure what that was yet and he didn’t like not knowing.
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